

Worst EnemyWorst EnemyWorst Enemy
You're ugly No I'm not You're stupid Quit it You know they hate you They can't...they're all I have They talk badly of you behind your back They wouldn't...they couldn't Would you rather me tell you that you're pretty? That people love you for you? That they don't pity you? Yeah...because it's truth It's gotta be
Out, out, out Get out of my head Get out you insecurities and doubts I don't need you You're nothing to me but
My worst enemy, worst enemy
I won't get out, I never will  


I'm sorryYou're hurt now, And I'm the cause, Your smiles fade to frowns, And it's all because, I was without conscience, I was without heart, Now I want to say I'm sorry, But I don't know where to start.I'm sorry
Words really can't express, The sorrow that I feel, For every tear you shed, When my mouth had met my heel, Friends are supposed to love you, Friends are supposed to care, But where the hell was I, When you needed me there? I was there alright, But not there as a friend, I was just some stupid guy, Brining your happiness to an end.


Diary of a Cutter12-18-02Diary of a Cutter
"Diary of a Cutter"
The pain runs so deep, No way to let it go. I'm too afraid to let you in, Too afraid to show.
So I sit here with my blade, It's my only way to release. I bleed my skin away To find my inner peace.
The red river runs down my arm As my pain screams to the physical. But when the cuts begin to heal, I'm still here feeling pitiful.
Once, twice, three times I slice Each cut numbing the pain. I cry out for someone to help me; But, no one knows my name.
I am finished
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"Heroes are made when you make a choice"
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